Part 3 of the Dead-ication: My Personal Guardian Angels

So sorry (not!) to keep you waiting again with the cliffhangers. Maybe you’re just like, come on witch! Let’s get this longass story over with, already! Well, we’re nearing the end, so buckle up, because you’re in for a wild ride!  In the first part of this saga, you saw me dedicate this website to

How a lady doing my eyebrows got me into the graduate program of my dreams

I wanted to apply to a Masters of Arts program in Humane Education before I had any undergraduate degrees. I first learned of the Institute for Humane Education at a table at a VegFest in Massachusetts. My associates degree was still in progress at that time. After graduating from my community college in 2014, I

Part 2 of the Dead-ication: My Grampa’s teeth weren’t real AND…

Sorry to keep you waiting. That is how cliffhangers work, afterall.  On the last episode of “All About my Ancestor Angels,” I spoke about my dad’s side of my family. I didn’t get a chance to know my Grandma Lillian very well, but I wanted her to be included in my blog’s dedication for “inspiring

All About my Ancestor Angels: A Dead-ication (Part 1)

First of all, I have a deep connection with my unruly, dysfunctional family. Don’t get me wrong, I love them, but come on! This is especially true, when they are dead. When people in my family die, weird shit happens. Like, I can’t get rid of them (I don’t want to). It seems that my